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U2 fans, get ready to dance around like a giddy school girl. Tomorrow night Conan O’Brien will be turning over his late night show to Bono. Yes, that’s right. The entire show will be dedicated to U2.
Jim Pitt, the guy in charge of booking musical guests on Late Night, said it’s been his dream to have U2 on the show. He finally came up with a plan that made it worthwhile. They gave them the entire show. They’re going to be interviewed by O’Brien as well as performing three songs. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be more. If anyone remembers U2 on Saturday Night Live they ended the show by giving another impromptu performance while the credits ran.
Something tells me that people who have tickets for tomorrow night’s show are in for a treat. At least the one’s who aren’t currently putting their tickets up for sale on ebay.
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Our first stop in the museum was the exhibit we wanted to see: “The Perfect Medium: Photography and the Occult.” Oooh. Ghosts. From the 1860’s to WWII, people were very interested in the occult and seances were held frequently. Early photographers “caught” these mysterious shrouded beings and also captured mediums exuding ectoplasm from various orifices. The dripping ectoplasm photos were rather nauseating and looked curiously like man made spew. You have to give credit to the “mediums” who even put that junk in their mouths and other orifices in the first place.
The photo on the left was obviously a double exposure and was meant to be a spoof on the popular past time of ghostly photography. The photo on your right was pretty bogus looking as well. In my experience, ghostly energy is less well formed. All in all, the exhibit featured trick photography and/or parlor tricks. Mediums frequently hid behind curtains while trancing and then shrouded heads would pop through. I was disappointed because I have taken better ghost pictures. See below.
On my way home from the Metropolitan Museum, I headed north through Harlem to get to the Triboro Bridge. Naturally, while trying to get to the FDR Drive and I was under a series of overpasses (where there is normally a large population of homeless and drunk men who like to “clean” your windshield with dirty water for tips) I hit what looked like a typical metal thing in the road, which turned out to be a ditch (see right) , and my tire was ruined. Hissssssssss went the air.
Not long after, another police car came by, they slowed down to look at the people who obviously don’t live in the ‘hood with the hazard lights flashing, and we waved. They kept going. Good Lord, I just wanted to ask directions. The son had the tire changing part under control.
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